DREAM SIX

Last night RS and I were standing on the raw edge of a clay colored cliff overlooking the ocean. It felt like we stood miles above water. White plastic boats clumped like grains of rice below. We darted about like lemmings seeking the perfect moment and when we finally found it, we sprung out hand in hand. I remember feeling weightless during our descent. I remember the water greeting our bodies as we pierced its smooth surface. I remember feeling satisfaction, and his hand in mine, as I came up for air.